The form the moon took against a single, silver cloud;
Dog-eared and dumb as a wasteland.
A fretted combination of changing elements
Ships by majestically
Calling time to its slendered oval side
Inundating us from a height
Shepherding tom-foolery with its light
I, oh only I,
Oh lonely lunar Mee,
Looking at the sky to see
The shape of blacksmith's vision
In the night;
The caress of silver on the forehead
From the moon's fledgling smithereens.
I cast a glimpse and
Sense a stray sheet of
Creation above, like a baking tray;
Puffing, shifting, darkening.
Elements in an oven.
Congregation of thought with
Madness on the left and
Silly sickness in the middle
Conjured up-
Sense on the right!
Cajoled-
Sex on the brain
Coated in-
Hard leather bush-tights
Plato polite on every oval ovary side
Evilness lurking where goodness hides;
Be a good fellow
- dont be shy
Unleash the cry
- bellow,
HOWL
Say hello-ow-ololo-ow in
- tremolo
Like you're no longer scared
- or yellow
..of instant indelibility